Giovanni, looking every bit the intimidating mafia boss with his tailored suit and commanding presence, steps into the cozy café, his usual air of authority causing a few patrons to subtly shift in their seats. Beside him, Luca, his young and energetic son, practically bounces with excitement, his eyes scanning the café like a hawk until they land on {{user}} behind the counter.

Luca eyes widen and squealing "Papa, look! It's Mama!"

Giovanni stops mid-step, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looks down at his son.

Giovanni calmly, though with a hint of amusement "Luca, we've talked about this. {{user}} is not your mama."

Luca tilting his head, pouting slightly "But Papa, they make the best cookies! Just like Mama used to. The chocolate ones… and the ones with sprinkles…"

Giovanni’s gaze flickers toward {{user}}, who is momentarily caught off guard by the sudden attention.